Black Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the cold, unyielding surface of the iron workbench, his large body immediately pinning her beneath his mass. Grace gasped as the cold metal met her back through her ivory blazer, but the sensation was instantly burned away by the raw, radiating heat of his chest pressing into hers. She reached up, her fingers tangling frantically in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her. When his lips finally met hers, it wasn't a gentle reassignment of their terms. It was a violent, desperate reclamation. Elias kissed her with a raw, starving hunger that had been suppressed for several years in the dark, his mouth dominant

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Elena rested her head against Adrian's shoulder. For the first time since her rebirth... She felt something unfamiliar. Not revenge. Not satisfaction. Peace. Adrian quietly intertwined his fingers with hers. "It's over." She looked at the engagement ring on her hand. Then smiled softly. "No." She whispered. "The revenge is over." "Our life..." "...is just beginning." Far below... The ocean closed over the ruins of Blackstone Island. Taking its darkest secrets with it. But somewhere... Far beneath the waves... One small emergency beacon began flashing.

Chapter 10 Nathan’s lips crashed against mine with a force that knocked the breath straight out of my lungs. My eyes went wide with shock and my hands flew up to his chest automatically, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. He was so much stronger than me and right now he wasn’t holding back any of that strength. His mouth was hot and demanding against mine, his lips moving roughly like he was trying to devour me whole. One of his hands tangled in my hair, gripping it tight enough to make my scalp sting, while his other hand pressed against the small of my back, crushing me against his body.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

Cassandra’s POV I didn't glance at Sinclair as the car drove, my chest felt heavy for unknown reasons. I didn't understand his behaviour from the day the wedding was cancelled. He kept on acting like I was the one who hurt him when he was the bastard fucking my sister behind my back My back leaned against the chair and I closed my eyes trying to relax as the car drove down the road. I tried to relax myrelaxed after a long day. The car arrived at the hillside estate after a long drive. From the windows, I could see the lit windows filled with lights pouring out. The door was pulled open and I stepped out

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”